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Show 'em that, uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car. Show 'em that El Dorado funk.
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Gangsta shit. You know, laid back, cool out. Yeah.
You know we keep it crunk 'round here, A-Town style. Gettin' head on the highways.
Yeah.
But this what I wanna know. Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? OutKast, William Mob is the Dungeon Clique.
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Dirty South, nigga, we straight gangsta pimps. O-U-T-K-A-S-T O-N-A-T double O D-I-E.
So fresh, so clean, fat whips, Magnolia, guns and platinum gleam.
Pearl Cadillac on bigs and vogues, flip-flop T-shirt and Dickies. It's the return of Billy Ocean, Quavo is my drippy.
Same thing when G got the bomb, big as dope as he on the streets.
Three Gs skeet, snap, and bye, and this is E-V-O-N-E.
If you need some backup, find Jerome, your girl gon' give you grief at home.
Just tell her these hoes wanna be on the same team that she's playin' on. Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? OutKast, William Mob is the Dungeon Clique.
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Dirty South, nigga, we straight -gangsta pimps.
-Dope boy to the trap like it's stack or go. If beef come around, can't let it go.
When my funds turn legit, I'ma let you know. Ridin' rims real good down on National. It's trappable.
-Two baths, jacuzzi bath. -It's natural.
-Put G's in the stash. -Untaxable.
-Fuck 'em up and skedaddle.
-Lately watchin' myself, got eyes in the back. Don't take no slack when you manage in the trap.
Every front workout, gotta get it right back. I trap by day, boy, I rap by night. B.
Bone in this bitch, call it Bart on time. Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? OutKast, William Mob is the Dungeon Clique.
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Dirty South, nigga, we straight gangsta -pimps.
-I'm Big Gipp, give a fuck, niggas know what's up. It's T-Bone and OutKast in the back of my truck.
We got a simple little problem that we got to solve.
It's like it ain't about the money, we got the talent to jock. No cause for wrath, this gun's a mask.
Not scared to blast, it dip off fast. We the Dungeon Clique, just pause and look.
Now would you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? OutKast, William Mob is the
Dungeon Clique. Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Dirty South, nigga, we straight gangsta pimps.
Back on the scene of stackin' green. Sittin' on chrome and rubber bands.
Cake lookin' like Candyland. It's Slim, the Southpaw Trigger Man.
Flippin', workin', whippin', wait. Rock a Rollie, get the pape'. Chop them hoes and then you skate.
Back to the block with the plate. Grams the O's, slaps the hoes.
As a young nigga holdin' big face fours. And pimpin' on for catchin' runaways.
A good hustler's known to keep his gun away. First nigga run up and try to jack mine.
First nigga fuck up, he get flatlined. Pack still stainless, Kubrick bird brainless.
Y'all don't wanna fuck with we. The trunk be bangin', off the chain danglin'.
Y'all know that I'm -from CP. -When we are shoot for a shot, no reverse.
Send for the doctor, send for the nurse.
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit? OutKast, William Mob is the Dungeon
Clique. Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna -know about some gangsta shit? -Do you really?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
-Yeah.
-Dirty South, nigga, we straight gangsta -pimps.
-OutKast with a K, yeah, them niggas are hard. Harder than a nigga tryna impress God.
We'll pull your whole deck, fuck pullin' your card. And still take my guitar and take a walk in the park.
And play the sweetest melody this street ever heard. Now bitches suckin' on my nouns and
I'm eatin' they verbs. Get four.
The niggas, niggas pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat, beat, ass. If pit bulls went out of style, made a vow to myself.
If it's for the wealth, I'll starve.
Well, put it like this, it's like me sellin' some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop. Wrong reason, whatever the season.
Hey, winter, spring, summer, or fall, I don't stall.
Slow drag with your brain against the wall. Yeah, nigga, naw, we lean to the side, don't fall.
All y'all fuckboys tuck toys inside your pants.
Just to pull it out, point it at the ground, and make a nigga wanna dance. Now what that be for?
You on that reefer and on that Tupac in front of them oo-wops. Tryna show out, that's the whole route.
Talkin' loud, talkin' 'bout. That's gangsta shit.